She walks in the rain
She walks with rain
She is the rain.
Falling in sheets
Listening
Listening to the beat
Trudging up the wretched stairs
Its glistens
Glistens in her hair
Such a long face
And the makeup
Makeup leaves its trace
Let death lie where it may
Funeral like procession…another Black Monday
Mournful obsession
Unholy, stigmatic possession
Dying in a systematic down
The floor disappears and she drowns
Deeper down the rabbit hole her dream falls
Nightmarish haunting stalks her down the blood soaked halls
Thoughtless voices, helpless screams
In her reality bent world, nothing is as it seems
Unpaid payback
Shattered childhood flash backs
Demented mind games
Mortifying mentality making you insane
Abusive mental powers
Control, eerily massive shadows tower
Fear dwarfs you, you cower
The waters flush in, your body to consume
Liquid black screams bubble out, choking and sealing doom
My plague, my sickness
The infested atmosphere grows in thickness
The loss of life
Destructive, aggregative strife
He is gone, he is gone
My love, my life; so long, so long
I wait in death for you to come
And to place a kiss, this twisted spell undone
Your face, your voice
My only choice
Words, no, I don’t need to say
A dying romance
Love,
Black Monday
Author notes
Here is the original part 4 to the 'Black Monday' series to which I later scrapped and rewrote the series. This side of the series flips the view and tells it from the female perspective telling what is happening in the meanwhile on the 'other side'. It seems that I was trying to pull back the original concept of the very first Black Monday poem here with a more coherent and readable structure of the latter.
Comments
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ok I need to go read through the others then, because I loved this! Oddly enough, I felt like you were descibing me.
"Unpaid payback
Shattered childhood flash backs
Demented mind games
Mortifying mentality making you insane
Abusive mental powers
Control, eerily massive shadows tower
Fear dwarfs you, you cower"
These are the lines that stood out the most to me, maybe because I could relate so well.
Wonderful write!
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Wow. this poem is beautiful.
"I wait in death for you to come
And to place a kiss, this twisted spell undone
Your face, your voice
My only choice
Words, no, I don’t need to say
A dying romance"
amazing emotional use of words
i love it x
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